Autumn Comes

Autumn comes, season of beauty and death,
green leaves of the trees become colored shades
that fall as broken rainbows in the breeze
I cry salt elegy for those I've lost

buckeyes drop, split, gleam brown sheen planets
as bucks in rut stride both dawn and twilight
preparing cannonades fo next spring's births,
the spotted fauns, exquisite and helpless

this time after summer is tinged with winter,
the cold that is coming, pale horizons,
frozen lakes, storms hard to find ways through,
lovely, too, its lascivious blank flanks

awe of all is implicated in each,
mourning replicates the joy I thought lost